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So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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Local neighborhoods? You got East Quay, where the old factory’s vibe meets hipster reboots – graffiti galore and new-age startups. I’m always droppin’ by for tech meetups, and it’s like a steampunk festival sometimes, no cap. Then there’s lil’ Hidden Grove Park – a tiny gem by the Meander River. I always take my laptop there for “inspirational” coding sprints. Yep, I do get mad sometimes when the birds chirp in code – like, “Come on, even nature can’t stop debugging!”

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